I think one of the most fustrating things as an Author is writing all these things, but no having anyone read them, or being unable to find large groups of people to read your work.
I just want my work to be read by everyone.
Travis-Wings

OthersideThe wind blows in a sudden change.Otherside
What was is no longer what is and what is is no longer what was.
I don't want to give in to this pain.
I can't close my eyes to hide away
cause I don't know what's there.
If I never sleep then I'll never die. That doesn't change the fallen angels that lie at my feet.
I wanna hide as they scream my name.
God knows they scream.
I'm frightened by what I see before me but I know there's so much more to come. I've been taken for a ride
and was ditched at the otherside.
Here, I can't tell what's re


Cry For UsThe sky above turns darkCry For Us
as tear soaked lilies lift their heads to the sky.
The tears streak down their faces as they cry. They cry for dreams
broken and shattered,
dreams,
fragile as a newborn baby,
dreams,
those that should have been chased from now into forever.
They cry for those who have no dreams,
who have no hope. The dew on them cries for those taken too early. They cry for those whose mortality shows,
for those whose grief is unexpressible,
for those whose joys are grave and shallow, for those who feel no purpo


So Much ISo much I wish I could show you. So much I wish I could do for you. So much I wish I could tell you. So many things I would give for you. But there's just never enough time. But there's never the right way. But there's never the words to speak. But there's no way for those things to be done. But there's no way I can give those to you. So I sit here listening quietly as you tell me how much you love me. So I sit here watching quietly as you show me how much you love me. So I sit here watching ashamed as you do little things to show how much you love me. So I sitSo Much I


FilamentA lightbulb exploded one day in my dream, And the fragments of glass ripped through every seam That stretched as it held my sanity in— Fine stitches I’d made before light grew dim, And the sole source of water to quench my great thirst Was locked in the lightbulb, and the only thing worse Was the lack of a cord to unleash the flow, And alas, the thread that I’d use to sew The seams closed was in short supply, And nothing had ever hung as high As that lightbulb, teasing me up in the air, Its filament flickering here and then there, Playing with shadows that danced throughFilament


The Self-Exiled HeroFound that he could not escape His innumerable fears. Phased out of society, Living, but a lonely life. Each sunrise: a sunset, For another day lost.The Self-Exiled Hero
To wander in the darkness With no star of hope
To guide him through An eternal punishment That was self inflicted.
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o( >_< )o Lalala.. I can't Hear you!!!
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o( >_< )o Lalala.. I can't Hear you!!!
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o( >_< )o Lalala.. I can't Hear you!!!
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After one has moved on,
One knows that she has moved on when she can stare herself in the eyes and say,
At least it was worth it.
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o( >_< )o Lalala.. I can't Hear you!!!
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